Ashlynne's Lair

Friday, May 30, 2014

Today, I am beyond excited to reveal the cover, blurb, and an excerpt from the sixth in my Progeny Series. Blood Bewitched is the continuation of Ascher and Shauna's love story. Many questions will be answered and lies uncovered that will change the siblings' lives forever. And trust me, it's going to be a first for many reasons.Thank you to Cora Graphics for her beautiful capturing of the wonder and magic of this most unique pregnancy.

Author:
Ashlynne Laynne

Series:
The Progeny Series

Book #5

Publisher:
Q-Rotic Press

Cover
Art: Cora Graphics

Genre:
Romance

Sub-Genres:
Paranormal/Vampire/Witch/Interracial

Expected release:
Fall 2014

BLOOD BEWITCHED (The Progeny
Series #5)

“Nothing in life is a
coincidence.”

Forces
are aligning in Shauna Rousseau’s life. A gifted Wiccan warrior and unique true
half-blooded vampire, she is fate personified with an incredible destiny to
fulfill. The ultimate war between good and evil is brewing, a revolution that
will change our world forever.

Sides
are being chosen, but Shauna has some unfinished family business. With her
siblings and husband by her side, the pregnant newborn travels to Louisiana to
shake her family tree. Lies are uncovered that will irrevocably damage the
siblings’ lives.

Shauna’s
pulse was off the charts, her heartbeat pacing to emulate the driving beat
encapsulating them. With a come-hither crook of her finger, she lured him closer,
grinding her body against him and loving the way his movements mirrored her
own. They were like two halves of whole, their bodies in perfect synchronization.
Her skin prickled with an ache that only his touch could soothe. Hoping to
entice him with a silent invitation, she channeled, It’s all in the hips, baby. She focused her gaze deeper before
circling his ear lobe with the tip of her tongue. Then again, you know how to use those, don’t you? She was beyond turned on, wanting him to see her expression as she gave his
ass a hard squeeze.

Ascher’s
hold on her tightened, his hands gripping her hips, pulling her into each roll
of his. “It’s insane how much I want you right now. It’s as if that morning sex
never happened. Feeling you like this…your body writhing against mine. It reminds
me of the times when you take me.” His lips puckered against her neck, his
breath hot against the sensitive skin. “I love when you have your way with me.”

“That’s
because you’re mine.” She floated a feather soft line of kisses along the two
moles on his neck.

He
thickened against her belly, sending a coursing of chills along her spine.

The
new vamp looked forward to any time they spent together and had to admit being
mesmerized by immortal nightlife. She wondered how many decades would pass
before she tired of it all. She was young and still naïve to some ways of the
world, but Ascher never cheated her out of experiences, desiring for her to
live a fulfilled life.

Crushing
him to her, Shauna brought her lips to his, taking his mouth with a deep kiss
that caused the breath to hitch in his throat. The whole nightclub atmosphere
coupled with the sight of screwing bodies ratcheted her hormones to a new high,
the primal compulsion to fuck replacing common sense. Her arms circled his
neck, one hand winding under his locks and grasping his nape. She took his
mouth again, bruising it with her ferocity. Growling, she ran her tongue along
his lower lip, and then nipped it.

Anticipation
was always half the fun of sex with Ascher, the build up to the actual event usually
setting the tone. If their dirty dancing was any indication of what was to come,
she was in for a wild night.

Ashlynne Laynneis a songwriter, poet and author of
erotic paranormal and contemporary romance, who has always had a soft spot in
her heart for vampires but grew tired of the garlic fearing, sun-loathing
creatures of old. An avid horror movie fan, she tends to enjoy media and music
that is of a younger, more eclectic nature. This was the catalyst for her
writing The Progeny.

She loves writing on
the edge—combining the erotica and romance genres—and thinks of Ascher and
Shauna as the wicked, damned version of Romeo and Juliet. She is currently
working on book six of her Progeny Series, book one of her upcoming Alterity
Series, and several novella spin offs. In her spare time, she enjoys cooking,
reading and spending time with her family. She juggles the hats of wife,
mother, full time employee and part-time writer, hoping to write exclusively
one day soon. Find and follow her online on Twitter.Check out her Manic
Readers page, Blogand Website,
or leave a note in her Reader Email.

At its core, The
Progeny Series is simply about a man and woman who fall in
love. The fact that he’s a half-blood (half-human, half vampire) and she’s a
Wiccan human are secondary factors. This series encompasses a family dynamic of
which we’ve never seen.

The Rousseaus share
a common mortal and immortal bloodline, but loyalty is the thread binding this
vampire clan. Shauna and Ascher’s dissuaded love only strengthens the family
bonds. Their unique union transcends bloodlines and completes the prophecy, defying
the beliefs of centuries old covenants while shattering the wall between the Wiccan
and vampire worlds that have existed for ages.

This series is
erotic paranormal romance intended for adults and contains strong sexual
content, adult sensuality, language and themes.

The timeless creed
and tattoo bore by the Rousseaus— a vampire clan with the purest bloodline of
any vampire family. Out of this clandestine group came one who was different,
yet the same: Ascher, a half-bloodling— half- human, half vampire.

Ascher questions the purpose
for his existence and which world he truly belongs to: the human world or the
vampire world. Two months from sealing to Ursula—a prearranged union to a woman
he abhors —he’s at his wit’s end. He knows if he calls off the sealing, the
Romanian clan will strike with deadly force, but he cannot see eternity with a
cold empty shell of a woman like Ursula.

Just when he thought life was complicated enough, he meets Shauna—a beautiful,
bi-racial human Wiccan—and immediately develops an unshakable attraction to
her. She makes him feel alive and vital despite his origins and Ascher makes a
decision that turns his immortal world upside down.

BLOOD BONDS (The
Progeny Series #2)

“Forever. For
always. For eternity.”

The ties that bind two
hearts are powerful. For Ascher Rousseau and Shauna McCutchin, it’s more than
just a blood bond. Their union is that of vampire legend. Their love is a
predestined prophecy foretold centuries ago.

It’s a week before
Ascher and Shauna's sealing and the couple is making final preparations for
their eternity, but Ascher's ex has other plans. Ursula is hell-bent on
revenge—revenge fueled by lover's scorn and her father's death—and she
begins breeding a fresh army of newborn darklings to do her bidding.

When Ursula
finds a new weapon—an ally with the capability to dismantle the
Rousseau clan— Ascher and Shauna's bond is tested and they must stand
together against Ursula or lose each other for eternity.

BLOOD PROMISE (The Progeny Series #3)

“Their love is fated
by an ancient prophecy. Now the promise is fulfilled.”

Ascher Rousseau is a
half-human, half vampire whose life has been a series of prophecies and
predictions. After finding incredible love and passion with Shauna—a Wiccan
with powers beyond anything he’s ever known—he seals to her and hopes for
happiness. But his enemies seek to destroy all that he loves, and he finds that
happiness never lasts for long.

Darkness is descending and a
vampiric revolution is nearing. A new brood of hatchlings is born to join their
darkling brothers, in preparation for war. A preordained chain of events is set
into motion that could lead to the rise of the demonic “cloaked one” and his
half-human fallen children, while ending humanity—as we know it.

Can a supernatural love and
the loyal bond of a family save the Rousseaus and the world from certain
extinction?

BLOOD REBORN (The Progeny Series #4)

“Hell hath no fury like a Wiccan reborn.”

Shauna McCutchin and Ascher Rousseau share a deep and
passionate bond that merges their Wiccan and vampire worlds. Destined, they’ve
endured trials and suffered unimaginable pain in their quest for a happily ever
after.

Endowed with amazing supernatural abilities and the added
attributes of her new vampire existence, Shauna is a force to rival all
others—a dangerous new breed of vampire that defies conventional wisdom.

Darkness shrouds the couple’s pasts and enemies are
determined to ruin their future. Will Shauna surrender to the evil side of her
nature, or will she stand by Ascher’s side as the Rousseaus prepare for the
revolution?

Shauna will either be an immortal miracle or an unholy
menace.

YEARNING: A BLOOD REBORN NOVEL (The Progeny Series #4.5)

“Destiny will not be denied.”

Like their siblings, Katy McCutchin—a powerful double
Wiccan with otherworldly powers—and Gabe Rousseau—a full-blooded vampire—are destined.
They’ve conquered many obstacles to be together. With their relationship at a
crossroads and chaos erupting all around them, it’s time to take the steps that
will finally link them for eternity.

In her Loveswept debut, Sidney
Halston turns up the heat as a sexy cage fighter shows a former bookworm how
delicious a few rounds between the sheets can be.

For Chrissy
Martin, returning to her Florida hometown always seems to bring bad luck. The
day starts with a breakup text, followed by a jailhouse phone call from her
troublemaker brother. Now a routine traffic stop has ended with her
accidentally punching an officer . . . in a delicate place. Then Chrissy
realizes that the hot cop on the receiving end of her right hook is none other
than the man from her teenage fantasies.

Jack
Daniels knows how to take a hit. After all, when he’s not chasing reckless
drivers, he’s kicking ass in a mixed martial arts ring. So what takes his
breath away isn’t the low blow, but the woman who dealt it: a gorgeous knockout
with legs Jack wouldn’t mind being pinned under—who just so happens to be his
best friend’s nerdy little sister, all grown up. Soon their instant chemistry
leads to a sizzling affair, but Jack and Chrissy are fighting an uphill battle
if they want to make love last beyond the final bell.

Sidney
Halston lives her life by one simple rule: “The secret of getting ahead is
getting started” (Mark Twain). Or even simpler: “Just do it” (Nike). And that’s
exactly what she did. At the age of thirty, having never written anything other
than a legal brief, she picked up a pen for the first time to pursue her dream
of becoming an author. That first stroke sealed the deal, and she fell in love
with writing. Halston lives in South Florida with her husband and children.

After Addison finds a
nearly-dusted vampire in the garbage outside her building, her ability to stay
off the supernatural world’s radar is deader than the vamp. Almost as dead as
she’ll be if anyone thinks she put him there. Should she finish the job
somebody else screwed up or move him somewhere humans won’t find him? To keep the
Heights hidden, she may have shoved a stake into her own chest. Just when she
thinks her life couldn’t possibly get any more dangerous, she finds out who he
is.

As vampire king and Prime to all
supernatural beings in the North American zone, Rhyse is accustomed to getting
what he wants without asking. But he neither wanted nor asked to be wounded in
an ambush, waking up chained to a bed with a hole in his chest. Unfortunately,
he needs help to discover who tried to kill him. But worse than that, his only
ally is his captor, someone unaware she has the power to destroy their entire
world.

As a prophesized war brews in the
Heights, Addison and Rhyse must decide which carries more risk—trusting someone
who could destroy you or trusting someone who could love you?

Addison backed
up until she hit the counter. It was over. It had been over ever since those
chains came off. Ever since she brought him into her apartment. Into her life.

“I saved you. I
could’ve left you outside until the sun came up.”

“I imagine you
wish you had.”

“Can you…can you
not kill me? Just take some, but not all?”

Rhyse brushed
her hair behind her shoulder and curled his fingers around the nape of her
neck, whispering, “Do you trust me that much?”

“I don’t even
trust you a little.” She felt the sting of tears. “I don’t want to be turned.
If you drain me, let me die.”

He ran his other
hand up her shoulder, to her throat and slowly closed his fingers around it.
One move and her neck would break. “To drain you I would have to drink from
you. And that, my pet, I will not do.”

She didn’t know
what he meant but now seemed like a bad time to argue.

“Did you know
what you are? How many of you exist?”

She didn’t
answer. Partially because speaking required the air he was cutting off. Then
his hands were gone, just like the rest of him.

Was it over?

When one of the
women behind the counter moaned, Addison went to make sure they were alright.

Rhyse was on top
of one of them, his fangs obviously burrowed in her neck. The woman moaned
again, her legs wrapping around him. One hand clutched his shoulder and the
other slapped the wall, searching for a hold.

It had to have
been shock that made it impossible to look away. Or run away. The woman’s moans
got louder, then crested, and her body went limp. Not in a dead way, but in an
I-just-had-the-best-orgasm-of-my-life way.

Get out of here.

“Leave and they
will die.” His voice stopped her after only two steps. “Stay and they will wake
up from a very pleasant, very erotic dream.”

She grinded her
teeth when she heard another moan. He must have moved on to the other woman.
With two to feed from, there was less of a chance he would drain them, but…
“Why should I trust you?”

The woman’s
moans stopped and she whined, “No.”

“I do not care
if you trust me,” he said. “Only that you obey me.”

“Fuck you.” But
she didn’t move. “Are they alive?”

“Of course. It
is against the law to kill humans.”

“Then let me
go.”

“You are not
human, Addison.” His voice came from just over her shoulder.

“I am. I promise. Totally human.” Somehow he’d
missed the fact that seers were human, despite her telling him at least five
times.

She heard the
shuffling of fabric and looked down to see him wrapping his already-bloody
shirt around the arm she’d cut. He tied a knot with the sleeves and pulled it
tight. There was no part of this that she understood.

She sucked in a
breath when he put his hands on her hipbones. Then another as they slid to her
belly and down, pressing her back into him. She felt his heat and a vibration
on her back as he made a sound similar to a cat’s purr but scarier. Clenching
her eyes shut, she waited for death.

They did? “Thank
you,” she called out with a shaking voice. “Now that your belly’s full, how
about you back off a little?”

“I should kill
you, Addison.”

“I’m going to
have to disagree with you about that.”

After a moment
he stepped away, sighing as if he just made a really tough decision and wasn’t
sure it was the right one.

“So,” she said,
heading for the door, “it seems like you’re feeling better which is great. I’m
really happy for you. Since you don’t need me anymore, I’m gonna go now. I’ll
see you around.”

“Come to me,
Addison.” His eyes were back to their original inhumanly beautiful color.
Though he didn’t quite look calm, he looked satisfied.

“No.”

“Come to me or I
will snap your neck.”

“Okay.”

“If you had
simply brought a human to me, this all could have been avoided.”

“I was just
thinking the same thing.” Total lie—she wasn’t thinking a goddamn thing
besides, “Shiiiiit!”

“You and I have
things to discuss, and a few memories to alter along the way back to your
home.”

Damn it on many
counts. “Alter or wipe?”

“Alter, of
course. Although my strength has returned, wiping that many minds would still
be highly taxing. I prefer to save my power for other activities.”

Like…? Nah, she
didn’t want to know.

He opened the door and gestured for her to go
first. Which he’d probably never done before. Minions opened doors for him and
she doubted chivalry ranked high on his list of valuable traits. But she went
because when you gotta go, you gotta go.

“Did you know?”
he asked.

What was it with
that question? “Know what? That your victims come while you feed? Yeah, I heard
it happens occasionally.”

“Always. They
always come while I feed. If it were possible, I would show you.”

“I just heard
more proof than I wanted to, thanks.”

“I have no doubt
that it would be far more enjoyable to feel you come than to hear her do it.”

Lauren Stewart lives in Northern
California with two of the most amazing children that the world has ever seen.
She reads almost every genre so, naturally, her writing reflects that. With
every book, every story, you'll find elements of other genres--fantasy,
mystery, romance, paranormal, suspense, YA, women's literature, all with a
touch of humor because what doesn't kill us should make us laugh.

Wednesday, May 28, 2014

Willow has
her hands full scraping out a life in a grungy neighborhood where drugs and
crime are the norm. Life is hard, but it’s about to get harder. Being transformed
into a sexual pet for an alien warrior may be her only way out.

But Stom,
the man she’s been awarded to as a battle honor, has no use for a female, not
when his heart is still in a million pieces.

Though the
need to be Stom’s mate is overwhelming her, mending his heart isn’t going to be
enough. His enemies are searching, looking for the women who are more than they
seem, and she’s in their hands before she discovers she’s more-than-human.

Stom has been observing Willow at a
pub, waiting for his chance to kiss her, so he can claim her.

*****

He’d follow after a few minutes, see
where she went. Then Stom’s warrior-enhanced hearing picked up a small shriek,
far away, but close enough to be just outside this building.

Her.

As he ran for the door behind the
bar, hurdling the counter and sweeping glasses and bottles to the floor with
the tail of his coat, he left behind a thunder of smashing glass. People yelled
for him to stop. But out of all this, apart from his anxiety over her safety,
his one other concern was that he’d recognized that cry. Anyone else he’d seen
here tonight could sing an entire song and he’d not know who it was.

Why was this so?

Be inconspicuous? So he guessed that
meant he shouldn’t use the twin 357 Magnums he wore in a double underarm
holsters, or the sub-compact Heckler & Koch MP5 slung at his back beneath
the coat, or the... Pity. He could make such a mess with all these neat human
weapons.

On his way through the kitchen, he
snatched up a bunch of knives and forks and stuck them into a pocket.

He thrust open the back door and
counted back the number of spectators he’d run past. Five, minus whoever was
outside. It would do. He could hear the two men somewhere around the corner
murmuring threats at Willow. He growled and stalked forward. If he killed these
two, maybe that meant he didn’t have to count them?

The brick wall of the pub dog-legged
to the right and he followed it into a short alley. At the far end, past a
half-open dumpster, was a quiet street with a warehouse and a few cars. One
insect-shrouded streetlight shed meager light. He kept going past the dumpster
and found them.

They had her backed into a double
door, with Turf holding her wrists above her head. Skull-head had his palm over
her mouth and was shoving her T-shirt up above her bra. She was trying to kick
them and screaming muffled curses. The man removed his palm from her face long
enough to slap her hard, once.

A rage like he’d not felt for eons
shrieked in and tore his notions of serenity into scrap-sized pieces.

Preyfinders, Book 1

BOOK GENRE:
erotic scifi romance

AUTHOR NAME:
Cari Silverwood

PUBLISHER:
Cari Silverwood

PUBLICATION
DATE: Solo release coming soon (can be found now in the KEPT anthology)

Releasing soon as a Solo novel, PRECIOUS
SACRIFICE, Book 1 of the Preyfinders series can also be found in the previously
released Kept anthology.

A Preyfinder
is trained to withstand hardship and pain, but Jadd would rather kneel before a
firestorm than leave his captive, Brittany, to be stalked and killed. The
choice between love and loyalty to his soldier brothers may tear him in
two.

Cari Silverwood is a New York Times and USA
Today bestselling author of BDSM stories and dark erotic fiction.

She writes the way the world should be -
dangerous and sexy with bullets piercing the darkness and lovers wrenched close
by ropes. When you need escape, when you need that rough lover to bring you to
your knees, here you will find stories to singe your fingers. The taste of
adventure, the tang of BDSM, the burn of fantasy run wild. Brace yourselves, if
you dare to read.

And...in this real world, she has a lovely
family in Australia, with the prerequisite teenager who dwells in the dark
bedroom catacombs...a husband who raises eyebrows when he catches glimpses of
what she writes, and a menagerie of other animals barking, meowing, and
swimming about the place.